Trop Tard
Dans une langue qui ne m'appartient pas
j'essaie d'y mettre la lune entière
son sourire à plein dents et sa lumière douce
les mots me semblent creux et pourtant
en chacun d'eux, une étoile filante
mes espoirs, tous gris, tracés, brulants
quittant ce corps courbaturé
un rêve s'échappe coincé
cherchant
un oreiller où se poser
celui de ton regard qui ne m'a jamais quitté
comment le retrouver
sans devoir fermer mes paupières
--TRANSLATION--
In a language that doesn't belong to me
I am trying to place the moon
It's full toothed smile and it's soft light
The words seem hollow and yet
in each of them is a shooting star
my hopes, all in grey, traced, burning
leaving this sore body
a dream escapes stuck
searching
for a pillow to rest upon
the one that is your gaze that never left me
How to find it again
without having to close my eyes?
Copyright © I.Spit.Ink Saruhrosen | Year Posted 2017
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